The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot
“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!” ----- Evelyn’s fairytale life shattered when a stranger stormed in, claiming to be the real daughter of the Wright family with proof. Her enviable privileges? Stripped away. Her spotless reputation? Tarnished. Her four-year engagement? Abruptly annulled. But the worst betrayal came from her once-loving father, all set to marry her off to settle a business score—with a man twice her age! Everyone in the circle attended this scandalous wedding, eager to witness the downfall of the supposed fake heiress. Yet, the climax was not what even Evelyn had anticipated! Zevian Reign, the nation’s richest tycoon, known for being every woman’s fantasy and the nightmare of all his rivals, made a dramatic entrance. His arrival stunned the guests, but his brazen wish was even more startling! He casually demanded to replace the groom and marry the beautiful bride. No one dared to challenge, nor did anyone have the guts to disobey him. They were left with no choice but to watch the wedding unfold. And it was Evelyn’s time to smirk, for she was now the devil’s wife. And all those who had ruined her, they would pay back in tenfold! ++++ [Excerpt] "Why would I ditch my husband for a loser?" Evelyn chuckled, crossing her arms defiantly. "He is better than him in all the aspects." Her gaze drifted to her ex-fiancé nearby, and she continued with a smirk, "Actually, a lot better in bed." As Annabelle’s face flushed with disdain, Evelyn patted her back and leaned in to deliver another slap. "So, good luck with licking my leftovers, dear step-sister. He's a perfect match for you."
Now, It's My Turn
Zevian patiently waited by the car parked in front of their house, arms crossed, looking visibly frustrated. His dark brows were furrowed, his eyes ready to shoot daggers and kill anyone who dared to talk to him.
Nearby, John stood quietly, already dressed and prepped for whatever task awaited him today. He wasn't foolish enough to ask questions, especially not with his boss in a mood like this. Little did John know, he had somehow become the tag-along bait for the day, trapped with the trio.
Before Zevian could release another sigh, a squeal of excitement greeted them from the main door.
"Daddy!" Kiana's voice chimed brightly, running down the large marble steps of their house at lightning speed. She stopped right in front of him, twirling around in her new outfit. "Look! We're all matchy-matchy!"